's your contribution to life? Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo But what's your contribution to life? Yo What's your contribution
for all sins Crusades - In the name of the holy church Burn in hell - The damned now rot inside Last chance - Was contribution suicide Freedom of thoughts
My restitution to society means stay away And equals empty grants of time The cleansing of a conscience brought by petty empathy Helps well to do's sleep
of the problem or part of the solution what's your contribution to life so many people complain, always talk about change yo but what's your contribution
Well, I?m makin? my contribution That?s no lie, that?s my solution To savin? this world from self-destruction I keep on makin? my contribution I don?
ترجمة: Fleshcrawl. مساهمة الانتحار.
ترجمة: جوراسي 5. مساهمة.
ترجمة: كيليس. مساهمة.
Well, I?m makin? my contribution That?s no lie, that?s my solution To savin? this world from self-destruction I keep on makin? my contribution I don
Kill to keep the peace Drink to kill the pain Fight to stay alive Live to fight again A circle of despair Is what I'm locked into God, I want to run
Before dawn each day I'd go down below And the walls they'd sweat, I'd sweat more The coal-black dust filled the air I'd breath it in, I could not afford
Chorus: We're gathered here on hallowed ground With voices raised, heads bowed down We're gathered here on hallowed ground To sing this soul away I
We live in the hills travel at night Invisible lives in the visible light You might hear a sound with the fall of the sun It's the beat of a heart the
You can't hide any longer What he's doin' to you It's no secret anymore What he's puttin' you trough Between a daddy and his daughter Love should be
On a cold October's day The battlefield at Gettysburg On a plaque I read my name The wheels of time begin to turn I see the years stripped away I see
Mister did you come in search of water I'll bet you're thirsty, wrong or right How'd you like to be my partner Mister will you ride with me tonight
Well, I swore when I was still quite young "I won't march in line or carry a gun The Warrior's Son though I may be A warrior I will never be" Oh, Father
